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The Colour of Love by ImaRavenclaw
Chapter 1 : I
 
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“This is not my lucky day.” Harry Potter said grimly. He stared at the torn wallpaper that lead to the entrance of Grimmauld Place. He shrunk boxes with his wand and cursed Hermione and Ron for not being able to take one day off from their busy jobs. It seemed as if Ron and Hermione had grown up. They were engaged, they had a small house in Devon, and they had full time well paying jobs.


A few weeks before, Harry had discovered that he couldn’t be an auror because he hadn’t taken his NEWTs. What an embarrassing fact. Instead of taking the tests for classes he had taken four years ago, in his 6th year, he’d decided to find a new ambition. He’d also decided to follow the path of Ron and Hermione, and grow up. Even nineteen year old Ginny (who he’d just broken up with) had a flat that she’d bought with no help, and a job.


Harry had been living in the dusty Black family house since the end of the war. He spent the days camped out in his god-father’s old room, with takeout boxes and regret.


As Harry finished shrinking boxes, he thought of his break up with Ginny. Ginny accused Harry of being too childish, and needing to grow up. It was kind of true, Harry did need to grow up. Which was why he was moving out of his dusty inheritance and moving into a flat of his own.


He disapparated to the flat, in a smaller part of Wizarding-London.


His pockets were weighed down by the many boxes in them, as he walked briskly up the stairs that led to the flat. He unlocked the door with the key he had been given a week ago, when he signed the lease.


The inside was nice, better than old, smelly Grimmauld. But it lacked the homeyness. Harry had no idea what to do with the place. He thought about Ginny, and how she would have made it much better.


“Ginny is gone.” He reminded himself in an alleged tone. Of course, this was because Harry didn’t really have proof. Maybe Ginny just needed a break. Maybe she’d just wanted Harry to grow up, and then she’d be back with her warm smiles and fiery temper.


Harry wanted Ginny to come back more than anything. He loved her so much and he needed to have her around. He needed Ginny to function. He could not believe that they only had three years.


Harry thought about his 20th birthday, in a few days. He knew Ginny would have made a big fuss out of it if it weren’t for the fact that she was gone. He tried to think about what Ginny might have done for him if she hadn’t left, but it made him whimper a little. He sat on the floor and let himself cry for the first time in a month.

“Ginny is gone.” He reminded himself again through a feat of sobs, and sat down on the wood floor. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard. Had he ever cried this hard?


All of a sudden the door flew open and a quickly talking voice fell over him. “Edwin Cardew don’t you answer your telephone?” The oddly familiar voice said. “This is why I insisted we don’t use muggle communication. It’s useless!”

Had I forgotten to lock the door?


Harry wiped at his face, put his glasses back on (which he hadn’t even realized that he had taken off), and looked up at the person.

“Draco?”

Draco Malfoy turned around to see his arch enemy in the flesh, in his best friend’s flat.

“Why are you here Potter?!” Draco demanded.

“Ah, well, I live here.” Harry said, with a matter a fact tone.

“No you don’t.” Draco scoffed. “Edwin Cardew does.” He said, more to himself than to Harry. “Don’t be stupid.” He added, in a confused tone, with a chuckle at the end.


Soon after an awkward silence settled down on the two young men, and after about two minutes it was thankfully broken by the sound of a telephone.


Draco looked at Harry, as if to say ‘don’t you dare answer!’. Harry nodded, in a strange understanding. He was still trying to piece together all the crazy things that had happened so far, in less than half an hour! Had Draco just laughed, without Harry being hurt or humiliated? Strange. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream, and then when it wasn’t, he looked to the Malfoy.


“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you moved!” Draco said, in more of an astonished tone than a rude one. Again, something Harry wouldn’t have expected.

“Well, what’s your new address? I have a crisis.” Draco paused to let the other person on the line answer.

“I do not always have a crisis!” Draco responded to whatever the other person said, with quite an abashed hint to his voice.

“Okay, say ‘hi’ to Blaise and Pansy for me.” Draco added after another pause. “Bye.” Draco said, before hanging up the phone.

“It appears I owe you an apology.” Draco said, turning to Harry. “I’m deeply sorry.”


Did Draco just say ‘deeply sorry’ to me? What the fuck?!


“Do you want, to maybe have tea in my flat? It’s just a block down.”

Harry nodded quizzically, but not before saying “question. Will there be poison in my tea?” And instead of a response, Harry received a loud and boisterous laugh. “I’m assuming that means ‘no’ then?” Harry asked. “Okay.” He nodded, a little more than shocked.


I won’t lie. I’m scared. Harry thought to himself.

I feel like he’s going to try and kill me.


Harry realized he hadn’t yet gotten up, but before he could do so, a pale hand grabbed his, and hoisted him to his feet.

“Oh, thanks Malfoy.” Harry said.

“Sure thing.” Draco answered, with a nod and a smile that Harry had never seen.


The two men left Harry’s new flat and walked together to Draco’s.

Along the walk, a few things were said, but not many.


“So, why aren’t you living at Malfoy Manor?” Harry asked Draco.

“Well, first off, most twenty year olds don’t live with their parents. And with all the fuss still about the war, and the fact that I was a death eater, I thought it would be better if I didn’t keep living there. And also, the décor was just bloody shabby.”

“I see.” Harry said, nodding his head.

“I should ask you the same about Grimmauld Place. So?” Draco asked, cocking his head in a way that Harry couldn’t help but find cute.


What’re you thinking Harry James Potter?! He’s off limits. He’s a man, you just broke things off with Ginny, and sure he’s being nice now, but he was your arch-enemy in school!


“Well, there were a lot of painful memories, and the house is really big for just one person. I just needed to turn my life around, I thought getting a flat was a good way to start.” Harry answered. Draco nodded, like this was the most important thing in the world.


When they got to the flat, Draco flicked his wand, at what Harry assumed was the kitchen, and let Harry sit down.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Harry asked. “Because the way this is going I feel like it’s just going to be some humiliating sadistic joke.”

Harry heard another laugh. “Honestly Harry. If I wanted to embarrass you, do you seriously think I would have brought you to my house to do it. There's no one here except us.”

“Well, I don’t know your methods.” Harry said stubbornly.

“So you're just going to keep it in your mind that I’m going to try and kill you?” Draco asked, with a chuckle, heading into the kitchen.

“I’ve just never seen this side of you.” Harry said quietly.

“I just want us to start over.” Draco came into the room, shrugging and holding two steaming cups.

“I’d like that.” Harry said, offering a smile.


They spent hours after that in deep conversation. Harry had never thought that he could actually be friends with Draco. Harry also never thought that he would see a non-snarky version of him. Maybe it was just the influence. The Malfoy household must’ve been a toxic environment. It was interesting to see Draco like this, kind and gentle. Any time he thought he'd hurt you, he would immediately apologize profusely and change the subject.


“So how’s Ginny?” Draco asked in the fourth hour of conversation.

“Horrible.” Harry said, wondering if he should spill. He hadn’t even trusted Ron and Hermione with his relationship trouble. Though he was sure he would have if they were even there to talk to anymore.

“It’s over between us.” Harry said quietly. “She either broke up with me, or it’s just a break she needs.” Harry told Draco.

“I’m really sorry for bringing it up.” Draco said, running a hand through his platinum hair.

“It’s fine.” Harry said. “I needed to tell someone anyway. All though I didn’t expect it to be you. I don’t think I even expected to see you again.” Harry admitted.

All of a sudden, Harry’s shirt was bunched up in a fist and a pair of soft lips were grazing his. At first, it was a very chaste kiss, but quickly after it became more passionate, leading Harry to wonder if this wasn’t impulse. Had Draco felt like this for years?

But the lips left the lips and confusion and regret fluttered in. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that!” Draco cried, jumping off the sofa the two of them had been sitting on.

Harry stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

“I think, maybe, you should go.” Draco said, and he seemed sad to say it. Harry stood up, still not saying anything, but he saw the slender frame. He saw the tears.

Harry didn’t know what was happening. His feet were moving towards the young man in front of him.

“Potter?” Draco asked quickly, shocked at the situation.

“I really didn’t mind,” Harry whispered in his ear. “In fact, I quite liked it.” Harry whispered. He pressed a very, very light and chaste kiss to Draco’s lips, and turned to leave.

Draco stood in shock, touching his lips lightly. All thought flooded back to him and there was one that stuck out.

Harry Potter just kissed me.




Author's note: Okay, so I know that moved kind of fast, and I debated putting off the second kiss to the next chapter, but eventually decided I wanted it to go fast to eventually get into all the Ginny drama.

Edit: October 10th 2016. I swear I'm trying to get a new chapter for this story up soon, but I've edited most of the errors in this chapter as a little pre-Halloween treat for the readers of this story. 




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